#stop telling me I'll end up an overqualified waitress struggling to make morgage payments

[pixie-chimpunk]

Don't you just love it when you spend half an hour in the car with your stepmum telling you how useless the degree you've applied for is and how you'll never get a job and all the things you should have done instead? And when she says if you were her child she'd never let you apply for that degree? And how do you not know what you want to do, you're eighteen, you should know? That you're just wasting four years of time? That you better change your degree before you go?